After confirming that there was a large gold ore vein here, Zhao Hongyu asked Song Hu to leave a mark, and then he took Emma and everyone back.

Now that the gold mine has been discovered, Zhao Hongyu doesn't want to waste time, he must start production immediately.

However, he was short on manpower, and he pondered that he should ask Atido to borrow some.

Anyway, the Moxie tribe has a population of more than 10,000 people, so it shouldn't be a problem to borrow some people to work on your own.

Besides, if he doesn't borrow it, he can also exchange it for rice or Erguotou and mustard.

As long as they find gold for themselves in this stream, then they can exchange the goods they have with them.

This was a good thing for him and the people of Mohican, and Atido and his father would not refuse such a thing.

The Mohicans didn't need gold, they needed iron pots, iron axes, and machetes. But he doesn't need these things himself, what he needs is gold!

Just now, Song Hu grabbed seven or eight gold particles casually.

Zhao Hongyu secretly took advantage of the little girl Emma's inattention and sold it to the space-time trader.

If you don't sell it, you don't know how to do it, and you will be shocked when you sell it.

The gold content is very pure, and the system gives a high price of 330 yuan (the price will fluctuate with the market in the 21st century). And Song Hu's handful of gold caught was as much as 20 grams.

It's just a casual grab, and it's actually 20 grams.

6600 RMB! It's just a casual grab.

If you have all the tools you need to sift through gold, won't you be able to harvest more gold in a day?

Swallowing his saliva, Zhao Hongyu felt that his future was shining brightly, very bright.

Emma didn't look up at the little brother who was caught in YY, she felt that the little brother was too weird today.

Isn't it just a bunch of useless things, how did he become like this when he saw it?

It's so stupid to lose your soul for a bunch of useless things.

The little girl Emma shook her head helplessly.

Those yellow things can't be eaten, and they can't be made into hard axes and utensils, so they are really useless at all.

Only a stupid person like the little brother would be so concerned.

Emma felt that she should tell her father when she went back, and then ask him to persuade her little brother.

She didn't want her little brother to waste all his energy on these useless things.

Men, you should go hunting and fight those ferocious bison! It's right to be a warrior!

Of course, it would be great if you could kill a few 'whiteskins'.

In Emma's heart, the little brother will definitely become the kind of hero she longs for. So, how could she see her little brother doing such a 'brain-dead' thing.

Emma reached for the lump of metal in her coat pocket and made a decision.

The metal was picked up by Emma and put in her pocket while everyone was not paying attention.

If Zhao Hongyu saw it, he would definitely shout his name.

Doghead gold!

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……

"Black bear, Lawrence said he had all the skins of your tribe this year. He will trade with you in iron, and the quantity is guaranteed to satisfy you! ”

An Indian dressed in a European-style cotton coat with a head shaped like a modern-day hippie, but with the appearance of an indigenous person, was speaking to the black bear, the fiercest warrior of the Mohicans, in the tent of the 'meeting' of the Mohicans.

Beside him, sat a fat blond European man.

Several tall, leather-clad white guards stood behind the fat man. More guards stood outside the tents.

Opposite them, sat Black Bear and Atido, as well as the sorcerer, as well as the old patriarch Samara and some of the elders of the tribe. They listened quietly to what the 'Indian traitor' had to say, with straight faces. …,

The guy who spoke to the black bear, wore a European-style cotton coat, but had an Indian face, was called Sandoli, and belonged to the Punks, a tribe of three thousand men in Moxican, who had good relations with the British. It was often used by the British as a canine tooth against the surrounding Indians.

If there is even the slightest hostility on the part of a small tribe, they will be wiped out by the British and the Punks, and the women of the exterminated tribes will become slaves of the Punks and the British.

Of course, occasionally the Punks would use the British to destroy their enemies.

The British would also use the Punks to attack other tribes, occupying the fertile land of those tribes to clear farmland or minerals.

As for the excuse for war, it's very easy to find, isn't it.

For the 'black bear', who has never had a good impression of 'white skin', the expression on his face has not changed much.

Not even him, even Atido, who had always been timid and afraid of not having much opinion, could not see any meaning on his face.

This is a bit confusing for Sandoli, who has been dealing with them.

At the same time, this time, he saw too many changes in the Moxie Dry Colony that confused him.

At one point, he wondered if he had found the wrong tribe, or even that the Moxigan tribe no longer existed, or had been annexed by other Indian tribes.

A large Moxigan colony, both boys and girls dressed in green, looked as clumsy as fat brown bears, but from their expressions they looked very comfortable.

Even the 'white-skinned' who came with him to trade with Moxi's tribe showed a very interested look.

At the same time, there are many more 'refined' weapons in the Moxie Dry Tribe, which has rarely traded with the 'white skins' and has a cautious attitude.

The black iron axes and machetes, as well as the daggers used by the warriors to cut flesh, reflected the cold light from time to time in the sunlight, which made Sandoli's eyes narrow.

It stands to reason that the Moxie tribe, who don't deal much with the 'white skins', should not have such a sophisticated iron weapon.

This makes no sense at all.

Such doubts have been haunting Sandoli since he walked into the Moxie Dry Colony, but he can't figure it out anyway.

And the wholesale merchant 'Baker', who came here with Sandoli, had a small calculation in his heart.

In the eyes of this shrewd British petty businessman, the Moseyan tribe was a very powerful tribe. They have a large population, and sophisticated weapons.

The tribe of 13,000 people is a well-deserved hegemon in this coastal area.

Even if you add up all of their British colonies, there is not as many people as a Moxie tribe.

Therefore, for such a tribe, Baker personally thinks that he should get along well and win over. And such a powerful Moxigan tribe brought them more benefits to the British than a small tribe like the Punks.

It's just that such a large tribe is not so easy to win over and control.

He had to think of a way to weaken the strength of the Moxie tribe.

From the British's point of view, it was not necessarily a good thing to have such a powerful tribe around their colony camp.

Coupled with the fact that the Indians were not all that easy to deal with, Baker had some caution.

The main question was that Baker wondered where the 'sophisticated' iron weapons of the warriors in the Moxie Dry Colony came from.

The Indians had no metallurgical skills, so it was impossible for them to build such a sophisticated weapon. …,

As for the Indians, the most desirable and convenient way for them to obtain iron tools and weapons was to exchange them for furs and gold, which were 'useless' to them.

The Europeans have understood this truth for more than 100 years, and the Indians have not changed it.

Baker didn't think there was anything unexpected going on the Indians' side right now. So in Baker's opinion, the appearance of such a sophisticated iron weapon in the Moxie tribe must have been done by those French in the north.

Nowadays, all the countries on the European continent want to get a piece of the American continent and scrape profits from it.

Therefore, it should be understandable that such a situation arises.

And the problem that worries Baker the most is how good the relationship between these Native American turtles of the Moxie tribe is with the French, which is what he needs to pay attention to the most.

Although the relationship between the British and the French was not as big as the Seven Years' War more than a hundred years later, some skirmishes were not uncommon.

Whether it is the French or the British, they will from time to time instigate the Indian tribes to attack the Indian tribes with which they have good relations, cutting off the wings of their opponents and weakening their strength.

Even the Spaniards and Portuguese occasionally get involved.

Thinking about these questions, Baker felt a little overheaded.

"Sandoli, ask these Mohicans where they got their ridiculously fat clothes and the sharp weapons on their waists."

As soon as Baker's words fell, an Indian girl, also wearing a green military coat, held a large wooden bowl in both hands and bowed her head respectfully in front of him and Sandoli.

This is the etiquette of the Indians, and when a guest comes to their tribe, they will treat the guest in this way.

Although the Mohicans are not very interested in the 'white skins', after all, Sandoli and Baker came with good intentions, so the Mohicans can only treat their group with the same standards as guests.

Baker had dealt with the Indians a lot, and he understood that this was their way of hospitality, so he didn't make any fuss.

And the same is true of Sandoli.

However, when the two of them set their eyes on the wooden bowl in the hand of the girl kneeling in front of them, their eyes suddenly widened, as if they had seen something incredible.

After seeing the expressions on the faces of the two, the corners of the mouths of the Mohicans sitting in the tent curled slightly, and they winked at each other......